Love Car Poems

Chats in the Car
We never drive far
May be over the mountains
As the wheels meet the tar

And the bugs find their end
Round each terminal bend
Yet no...

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Automobile industry

At the seaside, the water signaled many colors
pale sober gin, dark hue, then bottle green and pink like a nursery rhyme
no one took notice...

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May   2051

Damali was preparing for the big event
Beginning today "12:30 bright and
Early like my Dad said". Damali 
Was thinking. DJ was on video...

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Mother of Mothers
An Old Model T
A car that could speak
A Mother no one could beat
Humans had a retreat
Mother the car with a mind of its...

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If you are looking to meet saints,
You will find more of them driving buses,
Than you will in all other professions combined,
And it is not hard...

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I am now up and half asleep, 
quiet I must not make a peep, 
others are still sleeping like sheep, 
need to get dressed and...

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It's time to go to bed,
After a long day I lay my head down to sleep,
Sleep I dread.


Reading a book,
Will it be about a pink...

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I hope my car starts tomorrow,
That I can leave my street Charles de Foucault,
That I can go write a poem, or almost,
I love walking an...

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I’ve great advice for all of you
who’d love to have your huge bovine
ride shotgun with you through the town
so wild and free and feelin’ fine.

Those...

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It's difficult to steer a new destiny,
To live with enmity or to die with ecstasy
When paths are blocked and star-crossed,
You've got to choose one path,...

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today we teachers got out at three
I jumped for joy
Because we usually get out at four-thirty-five
When the worst craziest drivers think they are contenders
for the...

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I am a sports car
round and sheik
I flash my headlights for him to see
I'm a caramel classic on new black streets
67 model cushiony satin seats

I'm...

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the 1957 Chevy Bel Air was fine in every way
Full of chrome, her sassiness gave her enormous sway
Some people like red autos, but turquoise was...

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Books stacked in the floorboards,
her breath on polished glass

Together you would drive,
skipping yet another class

Playing hooky in a hand-me-down,
if only it could last

The memory of...

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